Roxie from Chicago
Roxie: I always wanted my name in the papers!
Before Amos, I used to date this well-to-do ugly bootlegger.
He used to like to take me out and show me off.
Ugly guys like to do that.
Once it said in the paper:
Gangland's Al Capelli seen at Chez Vito with cute redheaded chorine.
That was me!
I clipped it out and saved it.
Look, I'm gonna tell you the truth.
Not that the truth really matters.
But I'm gonna tell you anyway.
The thing is, see, I'm older than I ever intended to be.
And all my life I wanted to be a dancer in vaudeville.
Ohh yeah!
Have my own act!
But no. no. no.
They always turned me down.
It was one big world full of no!
Life.
Then Amos came along.
Sweet, safe Amos. Who never says no.
You know, some guys are like mirrors.
And when I catch myself in Amos's face,
I'm always a kid.
You could love a guy like that.
Look, now I gotta tell ya. And I hope this aint to crude.
In the bed department, Amos was zero!
I mean, when we went to bed, he made love to me like he was fixing a carborator or something.
"I love ya, honey, I love ya!"
Anyway, to make the long story short,
I started foolin around.
And then I started scrooing around.
Which is fooling around without dinner.
I gave up the vaudeville idea, because, well, after all those years,
you sort of fiquire opportunites just passed you by. Ohh but it aint!
Oh no no no but it aint!
If this Flynn guy gets me off,
and with all this publicity,
I got me a world full of yes!